A clear outline of five fingers could be seen on An Xiaowan's face.
An Xiaowan staggered backward. Her face was still turned to the side as she brought her hand to cradle her cheek. Then, she felt a rusty metallic taste slowly seeping into her mouth.
Du Yunlan had slapped her.
There was dead silence in the room.
Instinctively, Chen Yinian took a step forward, but then pulled himself back.
For a while, An Xiaowan remained motionless with her head drooped down.
Du Yunlan was calm. She withdrew her hand, coldly looking at An Xiaowan.
Ever since she was a child, everyone had always let her have her way. In An Xiaowan's memory, there was just that one time, when she broke a photo frame, and her father had slapped her out of anger.
Yet today, Du Yunlan had the nerve to slap her?
After a few moments of deadly silence. An Xiaowan bit her lower lip, and then suddenly burst out laughing.
